"What have you to say, you renegade dog?" Sir John demanded.
Sir John glowered upon him for a moment from the poop. Then -
"Though not prepared to make terms with you," he announced, "yet I will accept the conditions you impose, but only provided I have all indeed that I am come to seek. There is aboard this galley an infamous renegade hound whom I am bound by my knightly oath to take and hang. He, too, must be delivered up to me. His name was Oliver Tressilian.
Instantly, unhesitatingly, came the answer -
"Him, too, will I surrender to you on your sworn oath that you will then depart and do here no further hurt."
Rosamund caught her breath, and clutched Sakr-el-Bahr's arm, the arm that held the lantern.
"Have a care, mistress," he bade her sharply, "or you will destroy us all."
- The Sea-Hawk, Raphael Sabatini